Chapter 6; What is My Favorite Game?
Kyra looked up at Riddick; her stomach was in a knot. They'd taken cover behind a cargo bin while they planned out a strategy for getting out of this one alive. Toombs had gotten smarter since they'd left him on Crematoria. He'd managed to psyche them out too. They thought they were in the clear when they'd managed to kill the first ten mercs. Now they were up against forty of the fuckers and Kyra didn't think they were going to be able to make it out of this one. Her hands were shaking as she palmed a gat in her hands. Kyra had never been in a situation like this before. Sure Crematoria had been bad, but they hadn't been alone then, they had help then. Now it was just Riddick and Kyra and she didn't think that they were going to make it this time. They were going to end up back in a slam.
She swallowed down the bile that was rising in her throat and tried to calm her nerves. If she went in thinking they were screwed then they really would be. She needed to have a clear level head but the odds were against them. Fucking story of their life. they odds were always against them and somehow they managed to make it through. But this…Kyra didn't think they were going to be able to this time.
She knew Riddick could read it on her face too. He knew how scared she was and that hurt more than anything really. She didn't like the looks he gave her. She hated herself for being an open book, but there wasn't much she could do about it right now. She had to get a grip on herself. Riddick needed her to be strong right now otherwise she'd just end up being deadweight and that's not what he needed right now.
Sweat pooled on her brow, dripping down the sides of her face and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Kyra shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath before she looked up at Riddick. "Ready?" she asked.
Riddick shook his head and casually glanced behind him, looking around the side of the cargo bin. "Just wait," he said. Kyra stared at him in shock. It was like he thought they had all the time in the world. She hated how he could be so casual about things, especially in situations like this. How the fuck did he do it?
"What do you mean wait?" Kyra hissed. "This isn't like Crematoria; there aren't a bunch of guards hiding away in a hanger to draw their attention elsewhere." She seriously wanted to know what went through his head sometimes.
Riddick sighed and pulled his goggles off his head and looked at her. His pale lavender eyes pierced right through her and this time Kyra couldn't hold his gaze. She looked down at the gat in her lap and tightened her grip on it. Damn it all to hell this was not the time to be feeling sorry for herself just because she wasn't like Riddick. She didn't need to be like Riddick. She was capable of handling herself the way she was. So why did it matter so much and why the hell was she thinking about this shit right now?
Kyra took a deep breath and looked at him. They weren't going to get anywhere from sitting behind a cargo bin waiting to be shot by snipers. She gave Riddick a deadly smirk. "What's my favorite game?" she asked, making up her mind. She could have the fight with herself later; there was more than just her life on the line right now.
Riddick smirked and pulled twin shivs from behind his back. "Who's the better killer?"
Kyra flipped the safety off on her gat and gave him a wink. "Let's play." She stood up and walked to the other side of the cargo bin. She looked back and gave Riddick a nod. In natural unison they walked out from behind the bin, one of them on each side and let hell rain down on them.
Her heart was slamming against her chest and her blood was rushing in her ears, it was all she heard. Kyra couldn't even hear the sound of her own gat as she aimed to kill and shot one of the mercs in the chest. He screamed and dropped to the ground. More of them just kept coming, but Kyra did her best to keep her cool and take it one at a time. Eventually she knew that she was going to have abandon the gat but the more she could take out when they weren't right up on her the better it would be for her in the end.
She wanted to look over and check on Riddick. But she knew better. There was no way she would be able to look away even for a split second. If she took her focus off the mercs in front of her, drawing closer with each moment, she would lose her footing and then she'd become dead weight and it would be up to Riddick. She was not going to be that girl from all those years ago. She would not become Jack again. She refused. She'd buried Jack deep and no matter how much the little girl wanted out, Kyra kept her locked up tight. There was no room in the world for a girl like Jack.
Kyra took out another merc between the eyes; bring her count up to ten. That meant she only had ten left, but as she aimed to take out another one and pulled the trigger her gat only clicked. Damn it she was out of ammo. Now she would have to rely on hand to hand combat. Her anxiety started to build but it wasn't as bad as when she'd been hiding behind the cargo bin. There were only ten of them left, she could handle that. Really…
Riddick grunted as he slammed one of his shivs into a merc's chest and watched the life leave the man's eyes. These mercs were nothing. There might be a lot of them, and that alone was the only threat. None of them could shoot worth a damn and when Riddick was right up in their shit they looked like they wanted to turn around and run with their tails between their legs.
Blood covered his shivs by now but he wasn't done yet. He'd only gone through about half of his twenty and he was trying to take them out while keeping an eye on Toombs. Not to mention that his head was all about Kyra right now. She'd looked like Jack…not Kyra and that alone scared him. It sounded like she was doing a decent job however.
Riddick wanted to know what Toombs was playing at though. Riddick looked him dead in the eye as he drove his shiv into the skull of a merc until the hilt in the top of their head. Riddick heard the metallic snap of the blade and pulled the handle back leaving the blade buried in the guy's head. Toombs was just standing there watching them fight, like he wanted nothing to do with it. That couldn't be right though, Riddick was sure of it. Toombs was here to collect a payday…so what was his angle.
Unfortunately Riddick didn't have time to think about it right now. They were just going to have to see where this little game went when the mercs were dead and it was just Toombs left. He took out another merc after hitting the sweet spot and looked around. There were only about five left. He finally spared a split second glance over at Kyra. She'd run out of ammo and left her gat lying somewhere as she attacked the mercs with her knives. She was down to three mercs. Good, they were almost in the clear.
Riddick felt a stab in his side and grunted; grabbing the hand that held the blade buried into his hip and snapped the bones. The man screamed and tried to break free of Riddick's grip. Riddick twisted around and grabbed the merc by the throat and used it as leverage not only to snap his neck but to pull his arm out of its socket. Riddick let the merc drop and pulled the knife out of his side and threw it into the skull of a merc who was running at him. Riddick didn't know how deep the blade had gone, but judging from the amount of blood that was gushing from the wound it probably wasn't something he could ignore for very long.
He looked at the last three and picked up a gat one of the mercs had been using. Making quick work of them he took them all out in the blink of an eye. He looked over and watched Kyra drop her last merc. Applause drew both of their attention over to Toombs. Riddick glared and raised the gat, aiming for the man's head. "What now Toombs, it's just you."
Toombs grinned and leaned back against the wall. "Take your best shot; you're still a dead man."
Riddick didn't like playing games, and right now that's what Toombs was doing, and it was pissing him off. He started to pull the trigger but a sharp pain shot through his side and Riddick hit his knees. "Riddick!" Kyra ran over, keeping one eye on Toombs as she knelt beside him. Her hand went to his side and came away covered in blood. "Fuck!"
Kyra took the gat from Riddick and aimed it at Toombs…but he was gone. Kyra looked all around but didn't see any sign of the parasitic merc. She threw the strap on the gat around her shoulder and pushed the gun behind her as she wrapped one of her arms around Riddick's and helped him stand. "Come on, I can't do this alone Riddick," she said, baring most of his weight. Her blood was racing through her veins and it roared in her ears as her heart jumped into her throat, beating quickly, pumping adrenalin through her. Kyra's whole body felt hot and sweat started to come again, covering her whole body. She didn't know what the hell she was going to do now. She wasn't going to be able to fly out of here without Riddick, she needed a co-pilot to get one of the ships off the ground, they were too big for her to manage alone.
She helped Riddick over to one of the ships and set him down on the gate. "Stay with me Riddick," she whispered, her lips brushing his head as she rushed inside and started digging around in every fucking nook and cranny for a med kit. She needed to get that wound closed up before he lost anymore blood. Hopefully on a ship this bit there would be some transfusions lying around and she could pump a little more blood into him. Hopefully it would be the same blood type.
Once Kyra had secured the med kit she rushed back to Riddick and ripped his shirt away from his hip and looked in horror at the wound. It was deep, but she was ninety percent certain that it hadn't hit any vital spots. Hopefully she was right. With shaking hands she opened the med kit and grabbed out some antiseptic. She fumbled around with the lid until it popped off and rolled away. Kyra closed her eyes and took one quick deep breath. She needed to get a hold of herself if she was going to help Riddick. "This is going to hurt," she said, not even sure if he could even hear her anymore as she poured the liquid onto the wound. Riddick growled and arched his back in pain, his hands searching for something to grab onto.
"I'm sorry," Kyra muttered, going through the med kit again and pulling out a blood reader. She grabbed a sample from the blood that was already out of his body and let the reader go to work as she fished out a needle and thread. The sooner she got the wound closed the better it would be. It looked like most of the bleeding had stopped, but there was so much there was no way for her to know for sure. Kyra tried to keep her hands steady but they wouldn't listen to her. The stitches were sloppy, but they would hold for now. She glanced at the blood reader when it beeped telling her Riddick's blood type. Now all she had to do was hope that type was somewhere on the ship.
Kyra put bandaged over the wound and taped them down before running back into the ship to look for the blood she would need to put inside Riddick. She was starting to get anxious again, her hands shaking more than ever as she looked through all of the compartments. "Damn it!" she slammed her fist against the wall and leaned her head against it. "Come on Kyra…you're not going to help him like this…calm down."
"You're not going to help him at all," Toombs said from behind her. Kyra didn't have time to react before she felt a sharp pain in her neck and her whole world went black.
Toombs through Kyra's limp body over his shoulder and walked off the ship. He stopped and looked down at Riddick. The man was barely alive, and even if he did survive he'd be long gone before he woke up. By the time figured out where Kyra was Toombs would be gone with his money and living it up somewhere with a lot of alcohol and even more women. He left Riddick there, to live or die he didn't care. He carried the girl back to his ship and threw her down on to one of the seats and strapped her in as the hatch closed. Before he even thought about taking off though he tied her arms in front of her, tied her feet together, took her boots off, and checked her thoroughly for any other weapons. He had to admit, he was a little jealous of Riddick, not many girls were this sexy, or well endowed.
Toombs climbed into the pilot's chair and started up the engines. He smirked to himself as he took off. This was too easy. He didn't even have to get his hands dirty this time. This was his best plan yet. He logged into the communication system and gave Xander a ring.
"You better have good news Toombs," the man growled from the other end.
"Oh do I," Toombs smirked. "Riddick is dead, and I have the girl, I'm coming for my seventeen million."
"Good, the sooner you get here and get your money the sooner I can be rid of you…she isn't harmed is she?" he asked.
Toombs rolled his eyes. "Not a scratch," he answered. Honestly what did it matter if she was hurt or not? She was just a convict.
"Good. Get here soon Toombs."
Toombs ended the communication and put the ship on autopilot as he leaned back and relaxed. It wasn't far to Xander, thankfully. Toombs hated going into cryo sleep. It always made him horny and it was going to be a while before he was anywhere near a woman he could have without someone chopping his dick off. He looked back at the woman and smirked. Riddick was going to be pissed when and if he woke up…but he was Xander's problem now.
Xander stared out the window as the sun began to set. In only a short few hours he would have Kyra all to himself. The fact that Riddick was dead made things perfect. That meant that he wouldn't have anyone coming to look for her. Standing he walked out of the drawing room and into the foyer. "Ginger!" he called.
One of his maids appeared before him and bowed her head. "Yes sir?"
"Have the preparations been made for Kyra?" he asked.
"Yes sir, a full wardrobe, the dress has been made for the ball, and the room is ready for her."
"Good, that will be all." The girl bowed again before walking out. Xander chuckled to himself. Everything was going according to plan and in a week's time Kyra would be his…forever.
